• I lay in my room, my head facing the ceiling, my eyes fixated on an invisible object, my mind veering in and out of my memory. I thought of the events that had happened that day. Suddenly, my mind wanders to the most painful part of my memory; I cringe at the thought of what ugliness had occurred. I try to forget my thoughts by clawing at my face, beating my chest, as my heart ached. Tears roll down my face like the flow of a warm river as I whisper to myself "it just a dream", but I know truthfully that my heart cannot forget those feelings.
    I get up from my bed and go to the basement. I grab a belt, tie it around my neck and around a support beam in the basement. I stand on a stool, and I jump. I hang for a second slowly, slipping into a coma, and then the belt snaps. My body falls to the ground with a loud painful thud. I can feel my warm blood as I slowly slip into this eternal sleep, but before I do, my memory taunts me one more time...
    It was another day of work for me, not to warm not to cold. I walk to my job. As I walk to work I saw this boy run across the street. He looked about sixteen. My eyes follow him, for I became infatuated by the sight of his body. I pause for a second, look at my watch, and I follow this boy. He was wearing a black shirt, skin tight jeans, and had short indigo blue hair. his build was somewhat muscular, but the way he ran was elegant. I could not see his face because he was running from something. I looked around to see what was chasing him but I saw no assailant, so I pressed on.
    After chasing him ten blocks I lose him, but my body seemed to be calling for his presence, and my instincts led me to him. He sat slumped in an alleyway in a pool of blood. His beautiful arms were on his side, his face looked downwards, and his hair was wet with what smelled like urine. He was breathing slowly. I knew I had to help him, but I was afraid to touch him. My instincts told me to help him, but not for the right reason. I argued with myself for a minute before he looked up weakly at me. It was then that I realized that his beautiful eyes were that of a different color: one blue and the other purple. In his eyes I could see pain, maybe both physical and mental. I gathered my thoughts and decided to take him to a hospital. As I lifted him I realized he was light, and he clung onto me, which made it easier to carry him.
    I ran to the nearest hospital, when I entered and demanded someone take him in. I was, of course covered in blood, so they had questioned the boy and me. His breathing had become very faint since I had arrived, but his hold did not get loose. After a few minutes of thought, the doctors had finally rushed him in, but it was difficult to pry him off me. I was given paperwork, none of which I could fill out of course, but the nurse said it was protocol. Even if i could fill out the paperwork, I was unsure if i could because I was too busy thinking about the boy and his sad face.
    After two hours I had realized I hadn't called my job. I took out my cell phone and phoned in late, or rather took a vacation. My boss barked at me and hung up. I'm out of a job I thought to myself. The doctor emerges from the room marked "Emergency Room", He looked at me with broken eyes. I had wondered if he had died, but the doctor said he's recovering. I was allowed in.
    The boy laid in bed, his eyes shut, and his breathing normal now. I move closer to the bed and the doctor exits muttering something about no paperwork. I sit to the left of him, the I.V. beeping. His forehead and torso are wrapped in cloth. He starts to move and I flinch not knowing his reactions. His eyes open slowly and he looks at me.
    "You... I don't know you..." He says slowly in a very quiet voice, which seemed attractive. I was caught off guard by his words and my thoughts.
    "A-Ah I was just passing by and I saw you hurt, so I did what any normal human would do" I said sheepishly. He smiled a little and asked me to come closer. I leaned in with my ear to listen to what he had to say, but there were no words just a wet tongue. I jump at this action, blushing furiously. He smiles again and slips into another sleep muttering thank you weakly.
    The doctor comes in and asks me to leave. Apparently I'm the reason the boy is in the condition that he is in. The doctor kept trying to convince me that we had a "Lover's Quarrel" and that I had attacked him, then rushed him here. I questioned why he would say that, and he tells me that the boy was sexually assaulted by a strong force. I told him agitated that I found him in that condition. The doctor said he believed me but I knew he didn't.
    I left the hospital, after thirty minutes of harassment from the doctor's questions, with anger in my eyes. I wondered who would do such a thing to a child like him. I also wondered how somebody could have done that to him without me noticing, and how they were so quick to do it. Most of all I thought of the boy licking my ear. I still had goosebumps running down my shirt and my stomach fill with knots. I tried not to think about it.
    The next day, I woke to my house burning. My cat was meowing, trying to get me up. I got up and rushed out my door. The Firefighters had arrived a little later to put the flames, one of them brought me a note they found. I read it.
    "If you know whats good you'll leave Ranulf alone, and let him die next time, or we will come for you first.
    The Black Fang"
    I thought of the name and realized that they were talking about the boy who had appeared yesterday. I could tell the Fireman did not read it since he had asked me what the note was, and I told him it was a shopping list. He turned away and I stuffed the note into my pocket.
    My house could not be repaired and I was out of a job. I started living on the streets. Every night I found a cardboard box and slept in it. One night as I searched the trash cans I saw a shadowy figure jump onto a fence. The figure was cat-like and was the size of a human. I fell down onto my back, terrified of what, or who this thing was. It jumped at me and walked into the light. I examined the body then the face. It was Ranulf! He was wearing brown skin-tight clothing and was looking at me as if he were trying to remember something.
    "Hey! I remember you! You were the guy who had saved me from bleeding to death!" he said playfully. I looked at him with weary and hungry eyes Disgusted by my appearance I turned away.
    "You have the wrong person... I'm a street rat, nothing more" I said sadly. He curled his eyebrows,frowned ,and got closer. He leaned in and licked me again. I jumped as he giggles, and I knew from his face I couldn't lie to him. He knew who I was, and I had submitted to him. He looked me over and said,
    "Huh... Looks like I'm taking you with me and washing you up!" He grabs my hand and led me to the outskirts of the city to an abandoned house. I look around in astonishment at how he had cleaned the place. I became saddened when I figured out he was a homeless teenager. Amazingly, the house's electricity and water worked perfectly. So he unclothed me and stood near me, as he wash my body. I could only watch, feeling happy to be bathed by someone as cute as him. His eyes flickered furiously when he reached another part of my body. I couldn't help but to hold him, and he dropped his sponge and turned to look at me.Before I knew it I smashed my lips against his. I didn't care anymore, I just wanted him. My instincts began to take over and of my rational thoughts. I continued to kiss him as I trailed a row of kisses down his neck to his slightly toned shoulders. I pressed my body against his. He wasn't fighting back, rather he began to purr in a very sexy tone. I took him out of the shower and laid him on the floor, trailing kissing, driven only by lust. He welcomed my body, and I his. That night we shared in each other passion and lust. I could tell he enjoyed himself because he purred through mostly all of it.
    I awoke in his bed and I lied by his side while he slept. I stroked his hair, and kissed his nape. I fell back asleep.
    I now lay awake in blood on the ground surrounding me, as daylight broke in from the windows. My head throbbed, yet sealed up from the drop, a miracle. I take off the belt, drop it on the floor and think of my lust on that night. It was a wondrous and terrible night.I never forgave myself for what I did that night. I remember the next morning, his body as it lay lifeless, with a hole in his chest, and his heart laying on the floor. A note was by his side signed by the "Black Fang" His eyes were closed, this time for good. His expression was serene as if nothing happened. I kissed him one last time and left his body, no his corpse, in the house. Not looking back, or not trying to anyways. Eventually I found another job and bought a house, but the memories of what had occurred in that house haunted me. As it haunted me I began to sink into insanity. In the moments of my insanity, I tried many times to commit suicide to join him, but I knew I couldn't. My attempts always end in terrible failure. I seem to always have him there following me: In my dreams I saw his face, and while I walked I saw his many clones. His will for me to live seem to overpower my want to die. I live in constant pain, for I cannot hold his body any longer, hear his voice, and breathe his breath. I am... Incomplete.
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